Tony could see it just ahead. It was a brown blob in the perfect green carpet of goat-mown grass. Uncle Eric, as usual had his head in the air admiring the sky, clouds, trees, fruit and anything else above ground level. They were drawing closer to the offending object. Tony could see it was a rotten peach lying where it had fallen from the old tree.
“Uncle Eric, you always say that all things are beautiful, tell me, what is beautiful about a rotten peach?” demanded Tony. Eric looked fondly at his nephew, “ it’s true Tony, look hard enough and you can see the beauty in anything.” Tony clearly didn’t believe, ‘rotten peaches’ he muttered, ‘I don’t think so!’
“Come here and sit down under this tree, no you don’t have to sit next to the peach,” Eric laughed at the look on Tony’s face.
Soon as the pair were comfortable, backs against the strong old trunk, legs stretched out in the cool grass Eric began as he always did, with a question. “Tony, where did this tree begin life?” “ In the Plant nursery of course’, was the response. Eric shook his head “Not quite, it started as a flower on the parent tree, the flower burst open from the bud and sent out a perfume that attracted all sorts of creatures to this free meal.” Tony blew a raspberry, “Uncle Eric, a pretty flower does not equate to a rotten lump of fruit.”
“Listen and learn young man, the creatures that came to the feast left their own gift, exchanging pollen between the flowers on this and the other trees. In time the flower lost it’s petals, but not the tiny baby peach growing in the heart of the blossom. Soon it would grow into a wonderful fruit capable of being enjoyed by people, insects, birds, bats and so on. As the peach gets older, it loses its grip on the tree and eventually it ill fall to the ground. Now comes the beautiful part. Even though it looks like a revolting brown blob, if I turn it over, like this, see here, it is still feeding the ants on its’ sugary sweetness and in the center is a new baby peach tree in a hard shell just waiting to escape into the light.” The look on Tony’s face said he still was not wholly convinced.
“ Tony, the beauty here is in the God given act of renewed life and the dependence of creatures on the bounty provided in this fruit.”
“Ok uncle Eric, you win,” laughed Tony “ hey look that bug is digging a hole and dragging the seed into it”
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